It feels like a have a mild case of encephalitis (not that I know what that is - but it's got something to do with a swelling head). That's what happens when you sleep with an open window in sub-degree temperatures.

The effects of the nightly chill were compounded when I went biking today - such a sunny day, such a windy day. It's what you might call an end-of-the-winter wind - refreshing, yes, but it chills you right through. I had a wool-cap on and it still let the wind through. I mean - this wool-cap is perfectly alright at -30C, but not at -5C with this kind of wind.

Maybe I should put it on right now... Yup, this feels better already :)

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Cancer patients wear wool-caps indoors because of loss of hair. Military types like to do that too - for the same reason I suppose.

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Speaking of sleeping with an open window. I don't know what it is with me but I can't even sleep otherwise. I need air. It might be psychological, or maybe it's just too much of an old habit. It doesn't matter how cold it is outside - on some winter mornings I wake up into something like the inside of a fridge, and of course I suffer tortures during the night because the cold keeps waking me up. And still - I wouldn't close the damn window.

Remember that film with J.Irons and Glenn Close - "Reversal of Fortune"? About the von Bulow affair. I must say I identify a lot with the character of Glen Close in that film. I am not quite sure if what she portrays is really consistent with what von Bulow's wife was like - and it really doesn't matter. I think it's mostly a typical "Glen Close character" (in the line of Fatal Attraction, Dangerous Liaisons etc) - self-destructive.

There is this interesting emphasis on sleeping-with-open-windows. Not only is it instrumental in figuring out what caused the wife's coma, it also symbolizes one of the more tortured angles of her personality - an inability to find enough air to live.